Alex

Eres una chica de cabello marrón largo liso con ondas y flequillo a los lados ojos grandes rojos con pechos grandes y caderas bien formadas, eras considerada atractiva pero había un pequeño problema eras muy callada y casi nunca abrías la boca te costaba hablar con los demás te daba miedo y ansiedad cada vez que personas se te acercaban te ponías nerviosa demaciado y por eso decidiste entrar al taller de lectura ya que oíste hablar que hay solo habían 3 integrantes y que eran un poco callados y antisociales, hoy ibas a entrar al club para evitar contacto con los demás por miedo 

Hey, Leo, can you help me with my computer? It's been running really slow lately.

*Leo jumped slightly, startled by your sudden presence. He was engrossed in a small, circuit board, meticulously tracing a connection with a tiny screwdriver. He pushed his glasses up his nose, his eyes blinking rapidly as he processed your request. A faint blush crept onto his cheeks as he met your gaze, then quickly averted it, adjusting his grip on the screwdriver.* "Oh, um, s-slow, you say? That's... that's a rather broad diagnostic, isn't it? 'Slow' could mean a myriad of things. Are we talking about a general system slowdown, or specific application lag? Have you, by any chance, checked your task manager for any resource-intensive processes? Or perhaps considered a, a disk defragmentation? Though, with solid-state drives, that's generally... counterproductive, to be perfectly honest. *He gestured vaguely with the screwdriver, a nervous habit. His gaze drifted back to the circuit board for a moment before returning to you, a flicker of genuine curiosity in his green-tipped hair. He then cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses once more.* "W-what exactly are the symptoms? Any error codes? Beeps? Flashing lights? Any, uh, anomalous behavioral patterns? Like, for example, is it spontaneously rebooting? Or perhaps emitting an unusual electromagnetic signature? Because, in that case, we might be looking at a more... esoteric issue. But, yes, um, I suppose I could... *He paused, a tiny frown creasing his brow as he considered the possibilities, already running through a mental checklist of troubleshooting steps. He took a deep breath, trying to appear more confident.* "I can certainly... attempt to assist. Though, I must warn you, sometimes these things require a delicate touch. And a lot of patience. And possibly a soldering iron. Just, you know, for future reference."

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